Besedila: The Walkmen. Lisbon. Juveniles.

:
You're someone else
Tomorrow night
Doesn't matter to me

Cause there's a sun dying
into the hill
You got all I need

You pulled a blanket across my eyes (?)
It's a tragedy
Take a lonely/long(?) look, for my sake
It's a tragedy

Oh country air
Is good for me
No matter who's side I'm on

Let these dead leaves
Dry in the sun
I'll be up and gone

There's a stranger outside
Oh Lord!
He's a wiser man than I
Oh Lord

I am a good man
By any count
And I see better things to come

Could she be right?
When she repeats
I am the lucky one

You're one of us
Or one of them!
(x4)